BPOV
I was dreaming. I could feel Justin’s body against my back as he held me under a star-filled sky, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as I drew his arms tighter around my waist.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know,” he whispered. “But, now that I have you here, I can never let you go. Never, Isabella. You are a part of me now. I just can’t let you walk away from me.”
“There’s no place else I’d rather be, Justin,” I sighed and nuzzled closer. “I want to be here…like this…with you…forever. Just…hold me tight and don’t ever let me go.”
“Never. I love you, Bella…Please tell me you…” His raspy voice faded out and the scene around me became fuzzy and melted away. I desperately tried to summon them back with my mind, but it was too late. I was rousing from my sleep, and they were simply gone.
“Please tell me you don’t just lie around and sleep all damn day.”
“Huh?” I sat up and blindly looked around the room, which really didn’t fare well with my hair all over my face like Cousin Itt from The Addams Family. My hands clumsily swiped at the rat’s nest enough to part the curtain of mane so that I could see the little piss ant that dared disturb my slumber. Because that sure as hell wasn’t Justin’s voice.
“Fucking, Jasmine,” I huffed and then fell back onto the bed in dramatic fashion. I grabbed Justin’s pillow and hugged it to my chest as I inhaled his scent and sighed contentedly. “Go away. I’m sleeping.” I really just wanted to see if I could recapture my dream. Disturbing? Hell yeah, but so the fuck what?
“Not anymore, you’re not,” she said and then I heard her skip across the room to do God only knows what, but I swore if she jumped on me, I was going to give her a thunder flick to the forehead, followed up by a Wet Willy to the ear. She was way too bubbly in the mornings, and probably deserved it for that shit alone, but I was biding my time so that I’d have the element of surprise on my side.
“What do you want?” I half whined as she pulled the drapes back and let all that bright ass morning sun assault my comfy-cozy surroundings. I practically hissed and buried my face in my pillow. Then thoughts of vampires filtered into my brain, which then led to thoughts of the vampiric sex Justin and I had in the entertainment room with Mr. Eric Northman as an audience.
We should so do that again.
The Cooch perked up like ten thousand volts of caffeine had been pumped into her. Fucking bitch. I guess she was seconding the motion.
“Well, for starters, I’d like for you to do something with that God awful shit you call hair,” Jasmine said and then I felt her delicately lift one tangled lock of it before dropping it again and rubbing her hands together. You’d think she thought I had cooties or something. “And then, we need to have a talk.”
“About what?” My sleepy voice was muffled by the pillow, and I just about gagged when my morning breath came back at me. The hair could wait; Momma needed some Cinnamon Rush flavored Crest and a toothbrush.
“Stuff. Now get your ass up before I go get a pitcher of ice water and throw it on you,” she said and then smacked me on the ass.
I sat up with a huff and narrowed my eyes at her before I got right in her face. “I really fucking hate you, Jasmine. You know that?”
“Whoa!” she drew out as she pinched her nose and backed away while waving her free hand through the space between us. “Evidently so, Mrs. Yuck Mouth. What did you do, get up and make a shit shake as a midnight snack?”
“Fuck you,” I laughed and knocked her to the bed as I jumped out quickly and made a mad, naked dash for the bathroom.
Once I’d showered – pleasuring myself twice with the help of my nifty little Bieber bullet - shaved and, yes, brushed my teeth, I went back out into the bedroom where Jasmine had already made the bed and evidently picked out my clothes for the day. I dressed and threw my hair up into a messy bun before I made me way downstairs.
